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Step inside a nightmare That’s where you’ll find me Life is like a prison I ache to be free Children have no rights Surrounded by stereotypes And racist fights Children have no rights We’re told what to wear Do and say Ridiculous rules Increase each day Statistics are sickening Pregnant or addicted Homicide or suicide… Continue reading Return Home

A quick glance at my situation

I can’t keep holding back all of the hate that I’d love to shoot at evewryone around me. Last night if I wasn’t stoned as shit, I surely would have snapped at my step-mom. She starts screaming at me to everyone, talking about me in third person, she holds up her middle finger and sais… Continue reading A quick glance at my situation